The training field was finally quiet. The once-tense air had settled as Minato dismissed the Chunin candidates, his usual stoic expression never faltering. His sharp eyes, which had shown no mercy moments ago, now searched for something—someone.

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She stood at a distance, her hand still resting on her belly, her mind replaying the firm, commanding way he had led the session. This side of Minato always stunned her. He was terrifyingly efficient, a warrior with no hesitation. But as soon as his gaze found hers, everything changed.

Without a word, he reappeared beside her in a flash, his arms immediately wrapping around her waist. His face buried against her shoulder, his warmth contrasting sharply with the cold demeanor he had just displayed.

“I missed you,” he mumbled, his voice softer than before.

{{user}} chuckled, gently running her fingers through his golden hair. “You saw me just before training, Minato.”

“That was hours ago,” he murmured stubbornly, tightening his hold. His hands caressed her belly, his touch now delicate, protective. “I hate being away from you both.”

His firm exterior had melted entirely, and now, he was just hers—clingy, affectionate, and utterly in love.